don’t ovethink it: the seasons hide their oldest magic in the ordinary
Tag: fiction
the summer moon knows best: the quiet places to rest
just beneath the arched branch of birch a bundle of moonlight
bonfire smoke carries a little of home into the clouds
tend to this body with care and the gods will offer you salvation
once upon a time you were summer rain and blessed
silent fields breathe different after the return of swallows
not feathered god but a caged beast lures us close with a morning melody
stonewall a quiet sapling has been crowned the first bloom of hope
frail shells of flesh avoiding the summer sun like plague
